After speaking, he coughed up a mouthful of blood again, but he was still laughing, as if he had no fear of death at all, but was faintly excited.

Ji Ping's expression was calm, and he didn't see the slightest hint of pity, obviously lost his mind. But Wu Ni not far away could see it clearly, Zhang Daoyi who was seriously injured didn't look very weak, and his face that was originally like dead ashes was faintly glowing with a hint of red, not like a seriously injured person at all, for some reason Wu Ni had a bad premonition in his heart.

Suddenly, a red figure rose to the sky on the ground, breaking through the thick black fog and enveloping Zhang Daoyi in it. Wu Ni knew that this was the bad premonition in her heart just now, and subconsciously looked at Zhang Dao, and she was also extremely frightened at this look. The originally ruddy face of the person in front of him had lost all his blood, and his body was also aging in an instant, as if only a skeleton remained, and there was no trace of vitality in it. Only the mouth was still moving, and the voice was very low, but extremely solemn.

The blood-colored figure became brighter and brighter, and the thick bloody aura filled the air, and the blood-colored and bechanting shadow kept struggling, and the shape became more and more real, as if it was about to break free from this fragile space. Little by little, still gathering.

"The soul of the Nine Shadows, this body is a sacrifice, with my blood, into this powerful curse" He kept chanting in his mouth, his voice became lower and lower, and every time he said a word, the blood-colored shadow became a little more enchanting,

Zhang Daoyi's eyes suddenly opened, his eyes were already all white, and he looked at Ji Ping viciously. The blood-colored figure in the air had condensed, and it was dancing its teeth and claws in the air. As Zhang Daoyi's words fell, he broke free and pounced on Ji Ping.

"Don't!"

Wu Ni desperately rushed in front of Ji Ping, trying to block the blood-colored figure with her body. In the dark, it seems that there is a providence, and at this moment, there is no one in my heart, not even myself, only the young man in front of him, this familiar and strange person who has always been concerned.

But after all, it was still too late, the moment she landed, she saw clearly, the blood-colored shadow passed through Ji Ping's body like a hideous demon, and instantly turned into dust and drifted away with the wind, leaving no trace, and Ji Ping's body was like a freeze, always standing in place, and did not make any movement.

Wu Ni got up from the ground with difficulty, staggered close to Ji Ping, and a chill that had never risen in her heart inexplicably. She grabbed Ji Ping's hand and shook it a few times, but unexpectedly there was no response, but the place where it reached was cold, without a trace of warmth.

"Let's go"

The voice was low and hoarse. But Wu Ni could still hear that it was Ji Ping's voice, but the voice revealed endless pain and torture, which made her feel a little puzzled.

"Let's go!"

The voice seemed to come from the Nine Hells, and roared hoarsely

This time, Wu Ni could hear it clearly and understood what he meant.

The black hair was already messy, the white lips with a little blood looked particularly charming, the bright eyes and bright teeth bit the red lips, without the slightest hesitation, and there was no time to have half a point of pain, and firmly and resolutely hugged the man in front of him. No matter how painfully he struggled, how chaotic and wild he was, his hands were clenched, as if he had never left.

Struggle, roar, moments of calm, struggle, sometimes familiar and sometimes unfamiliar.

Slowly, slowly, Ji Ping's body stopped struggling, and the blood-red color in his eyes faded. The cold body gradually warmed up. A deep slumber went away.

The black fog faded, the ghosts dissipated, and the sun shone on the earth again, so warm.

Wu Ni gently put Ji Ping on the ground in his arms, and checked it, although there were scars on his body, there were no fatal injuries, and his heart was slightly relaxed, but when he saw the bright mottled blood stains on his chest, and then thought of Fang Cai's ghostly figure and those difficult and obscure spells, his heart began to tense again, and inexplicable uneasiness surged up again.

Wu Ni sat down carefully, slowly put Ji Ping's head on his lap, caressed his cheeks, wiped all the bright red bloodstains, and shouted softly: "Ji Ping... ”。 He didn't respond for a long time, but he still didn't give up and said to himself: "Ji Ping, do you know, you are really good." On the shore of Jingshui Lake, you peeked at me taking a bath, and I was already soft-hearted when I saw the embarrassment when you tried to defend myself, but I still couldn't swallow this breath, so I wanted to beat you up to relieve the hatred in my heart. Later, I found Senior Brother Shen Li and asked him to help me teach you a lesson, I thought you would retreat, but I didn't expect you to gladly fight, which really made me admire. Later, I heard that you were banished to the back mountain, which is the place of nine deaths. My heart began to feel sad, for some reason, but I made me so concerned about you. Maybe it's true, some people get along for a long time but it's hard to get into their hearts, and some people are just a few faces, but it's like a lifetime, and they won't change at first glance. Then you appeared in Hanshan City again, and it was a swaggering trouble, I was happy in my heart, but I was angry, don't you know that the entire Ten Thousand Souls Sect is chasing and killing you, and you are so swaggering, I hate to come to you immediately and beat you up. In the end, I still went down the mountain to find you despite the master's order, even so I never regretted it, I just hope that the master can forgive me in the future, and I am willing to bear any punishment" Wu Ni said to herself, two lines of tears have quietly slipped down her cheeks for some time. It dripped on Ji Ping's face again.

The sun rises and sets, and the brilliant glow illuminates the courtyard red, like the shy cheeks of a lover, which is extremely gorgeous. The heavy haze of the past has also been swept away, and although it is dilapidated, it is full of vitality.

"Knock. . . Boom.. ”

In the distance, there was a distant sound of drums in the mountain temple, quiet and peaceful. The chaotic thoughts of the dance also calmed down in the sound of the drums.

The two of them snuggled together in the ruins. Three days have passed in the blink of an eye, Wuni has lost a lot of weight, her face looks a little pale, her hair is messy against her cheeks, she is already very tired, but she still hasn't fallen asleep. In the past three days, Ji Ping's face has improved a lot, and he is no longer as pale as before. In the dream, he whispered a few times, said some intermittent and messy words, and fell asleep deeply, Wuni heard clearly, and the most he said was the snow mountain, the great wizard, but it was intermittent and difficult to understand the meaning. Wu Ni knew in his heart that he had never been able to let go of his past, and because of this, he was unwilling to wake up from his sleep.